Well," as I said, "we must beware of him." Woodward's next step was to pay a visit to Lord Cockletown, who, as he had gained his title in consequence of his success in tory-hunting, and capturing the most troublesome and distinguished outlaws of that day, was, he thought, the best and most experienced person to whom he could apply for information as to the most successful means of accomplishing his object.

He accordingly waited on his lordship, to whom he thought, very naturally, that this exploit would recommend him.

His lordship was in the garden, where Woodward found him in hobnailed shoes, digging himself into what he called his daily perspirations.
"Don't be surprised, Mr.Woodward," said he, "at my employment; I am taking my every-day sweat, because I feel that I could not drink as I do and get on without it.

Well, what do you want with me?
Is it anything about Tom?
Egad, Tom says she rather likes you than otherwise; and if you can satisfy me as to property settlements, and all that, I won't stand in your way; but, in the meantime, what do you want with me now?
If it's Tom's affair, the state of your property comes first." "No, my lord, I shall leave all dealings of business between you and my mother.

This is a different affair, and one on which I wish to have your lordship's advice and direction." "Ay, but what is it?
Confound it, come to the point." "It is a tory-hunt, my lord." "Who is the tory, or who are the tories?
Come, I'm at home here.